We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Don returns home a broken man, but with the help of his wife Lanh, he slowly recovers. Now it is Lanh's turn to chase her dreams and they move to Colorado, where she has taken a teaching position. They meet Karole, and she fast becomes Lanh and Kim-ly's new sister. Unfortunately, life takes some bad turns and tests the mettle of their marriage, and are Lanh's angels benevolent or are they hostile?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Paranormal Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
Lying in the Wiesbaden hospital intensive care wing, Don Campbell lived in a world of pain that was managed by different pain medications. He was almost in a full body cast. He was sure that the only thing he didn’t break was his dick, maybe. He remembered nothing about the accident that put him in the hospital. One minute, he was in his dispatch van at the small arm-up ramp at the end of the runway at King Abdul-Aziz Air Base in Saudi Arabia. He was on the radio getting the tail numbers of the planes headed to his team to arm up. The next moment, his truck filled with jet exhaust fumes, and he was blown off the ramp over a 30 foot drop to piles of sharp, broken boulders.
Then another truck landed on him.
Then a huge fire extinguisher landed on the mess and exploded. The only thing he knew for sure was that he would not have survived the ordeal without the help of his wife’s angel. The mostly invisible woman whispered to him and encouraged him, reminding him of his darling wife and that angel kept him from giving up until they flew him to Germany for emergency surgery.
Don opened his eyes, and he saw his wife Lanh, a tiny, sweet Vietnamese woman, and with her were her sisters Tam and Kim-ly, who were equally beautiful. He didn’t know how or when his sisters-in-law arrived. They just appeared. He woke up one day and saw Tam sitting by his bed. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a moment (which was several hours) and Kim-ly was there instead and Tam was gone. Later, he saw all three girls, Tam, Kim-ly, and Lanh, sitting around his bed, but he soon tired of their chatter. What made it worse was that they were chattering in Vietnamese, which he barely understood. Finally, Kim-ly said, “We’re going to a gasthaus, do you want us to bring you anything?”
Don whispered, “Bitte ein Bit.”
“What?” Kim-ly didn’t understand. Don gave her a withering look, and she remembered. Years ago, she visited and there was a brewery in Bitburg and “Bitte ein Bit” was the catchphrase for Bitburger beer.
“No beer!” scolded Lanh. “She’ll probably have several for you,” then she softened, “Are you sure you are going to be ok with us gone?”
Don relaxed. He knew that Tam and Kim-ly were here for Lanh, and he was grateful for that. “Go enjoy time with your sisters, I’ll keep busy chasing nurses.”
He closed his eyes for a moment after Lanh kissed him goodbye, and when he opened them again, all three women were sitting around him, speaking softly in Vietnamese. “I thought you were going to dinner,” he said.
“That was last night,” said Tam.
Such was Don’s life, drifting in and out of consciousness, waking only to eat and take medications. Don was grateful for the company, but Tam and Kim-ly had lives to live. Tam has a blind husband that needs her, two young boys and a baby on the way. This time she and Jake asked the doctor to not tell them what the sex of their baby was, hoping that number three would be a girl. Kim-ly has a successful life as an accountant. In fact, she is Don and Lanh’s accountant. “You guys should go, you got a family back there,” said Don.
“We have family here too,” said Tam. Her facial expression never changed, and she studied Don to see what his expression would reveal. Tam was doing her psychology professor thing on him.
Don felt guilty that the sisters were here, all three of them. They had lives to return to, including Lanh. They shouldn’t be punished because of his stupidity. Right now, Lanh and Kim-ly were out for a walk. They both needed to get out for a while, even though the weather was so wet and cold.
Just then, alarms and beepers started sounding off, and Cynthia cried out in agony. Nurses sprinted to her bedside. Don could hear them working with Cynthia, asking her questions like “Where does it hurt?” and “ok, the doctor is coming, you just hang on.” Doctor Ortiz sprinted to Cynthia’s bed. She gave several stern instructions to the nurses, then Cynthia howled in agony. It sounded to Don like Doctor Ortiz was talking on the phone. “Is there an OR available? ... It will have to do ... Ok, we are on our way ... hang on Cynthia we’re going to take care of you ... Nurse! Start prepping her as we go...” and they wheeled her past his bed. She was crying as she passed by.
“She was so strong...” Don looked like he was heading into shock.
“She is strong,” Tam tried to correct.
“No, she was strong, then this happened, and that’s all my fault,” he mumbled. He thought he had no more tears, then he remembered Cynthia showing him pictures of her two-year-old son and the joyful smile she had, and the joy she felt knowing she would be home in just a few days ... and he felt his heart lurch. “I killed her,” he groaned. “I killed her...”
Don was inconsolable for a long time, and Tam heard Wendy weeping on the other side of the curtain. Zoomer looked just as bad when he peeked in Don’s curtains, so whatever was going on with Cynthia was bad. It was time for Doctor Nguyen-Johnson to go to work.
“No, you did not kill her!” said Tam forcefully. “That’s why I’m here, to help you realize that none of this is your fault.”
Just then, the sound of Wendy weeping over her friend could be heard. “I’m responsible for her too,” Don said, choking back his tears. “I should be killed ... I destroyed them both, and Lanh.” He gestured a little with his mangled right hand. Metal appliances were bolted to his hand as the bones healed. It looked like someone was trying to replace his hand bones with pieces of scrap metal, but mounted them outside of the skin. He couldn’t see what was going on with his legs, and he was terrified to look. “I took Lanh down with me,” he groaned. “She’s chained to a rusting anchor.”
“Look,” said Tam, “There’s a Latin phrase you need to learn, ready?” She waited until she had Don’s full attention, which took a long time as waves of anger and self-loathing washed over him. “Now repeat after me, Stercore accidit.”
“Sterno accident.”
“No, listen... Stercore accidit.”
“Stercore accidit.”
“Good,” Tam nodded, “say it again.”
“Stercore accidit. What does it mean Doc?”